Admittedly, Frank was running away as fast as he could. Staying meant paying attention to Dex and all of his details, only to lose them cruelly inside the labyrinths of his mind. It was painful and it was desperating. Logically he knew it wasn't his fault, but it still felt like-
-fight alone.
Frank cupped his face with care, thumbs pressing on marks and scars alike.
"Sum'times, I don' forget yer eyes..." He dived down to press a kiss on his forehead, and then another one on the tip of his nose. "They 'ere sad once. Now it's just... It's-
Ya know I'll do whatever you need already. S'nothing new.
Yeah? Tough luck, pretty boy. Ye'r mine. Ya won't, we gotta work. Yeah, yeah. I'll be peachy. Gimme five.
ᅟᅟᅟ◟𝕮𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙂𝙇𝙄𖣠𝙉𝙀۫ ׅ retweeted
thank you... for loving someone like me who is good for nothing, and who has such bad blood in his veins.
Yeah, yeah. Doesn't feel right to toss what can still be used. Nah, it's functional. Ya gotta be warm.
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— ✦ @SEMPERFICASTLE
❝𝓣here is a dangerous intimacy in wanting someone so badly that even their absence begins to feel physical.❞
@/corruinatum
Mmm. Ya can do that without gettin' bloody. Box s'big enough now. Eh. Still do their job. The other option was stuffing toilet paper from a public restroom. Aye. That too.








